Feb. 15th — текст песни (bright eyes)

all eyes on the calendar
another year i claim of total indifference
to here the days pile up
with decisions to be made
i`m sure all of them were wrong
into this song, i send myself
and with these drinks i plan to collapse and forget
this wasted year
these wasted years
devoted friends, they disappear
i`m sorry about the phone call and needing you
some decisions you don`t make
i guess it`s like breathing and not wanting to
there are some things that you can`t fake
i guess that it is typical
to cling to memories you`ll never get back again
and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
or a friend that you used to know
and there, below his frozen face
you wrote the name and that ancient date
and you can`t believe he is really gone
when all that`s left is a fucking song
i`m sorry about the phone call and waking you
i know that its late
but thank you for talking because i needed to
some things just can`t wait